Oi t'ink Danny's-asleep, 'e is.

Oi been crawlin' from ship t' ship, samplin' the best o' th' wares belowdecks, and finally be thinkin' that th' first ship had th' best stock, an' so I heads back t' it.

"Yeah, matey. This is our ship." Pointed at th' one th' parrot came from.

Th' captain he come look a' me. Big guy, dark-featured, well-muscled, a few scars.

"Calico said to be expecting you," he nods. "Told me all about you. Who is this?"

"Bosun Dan o' somethin'. 'E a friend. 'Ere tell y' needs a bosun."

The captain look at both us up n' down, sorta dubious-like.

"All right," 'e finally sez. "Two of you. Come aboard the Northern Gale. I'll trust Calico. We'll get you berthed. And, by the way, I'm Captain Mort Carnall, called Mort the Bloodshot. And, that's my parrot."

Oi nods a' Red Dan, and aboards we go.